Wonderings and Ponderings!

Are you a wonder-er like me? Do you ponder things? I wonder why I’m the only person I know who doesn’t like strawberries. I’m also curious as to who might have the exact August birthdate as me? 

My late husband got used to my “wonderings,” but even he and my eldest son sometimes found humor in them. I once mentioned my trip to San Marcos, Texas, on a Greyhound bus a few years back. Okay, several years. The trip took all day, stopping at little towns along the way to let passengers on or off, or at a rest stop. I was eighteen and found the journey fascinating. 

I told Carl and Aaron how I wondered about every little town we passed through. What were the people like? Would it be fun living there? Both my husband and son looked at each other, gave a smirky smile, and shook their heads. 

“What?” I asked. “Don’t you ever wonder about such things?” 

“No, Mom,” my son quickly answered. “Only you do that.” 

Well, maybe so about trivial happenings. But what about deeper things? For instance, I wonder if angels cry. Yes, I truly do. The Bible says God weeps with us, so wouldn’t angels do the same? I ponder many heavenly things. 

I wonder if my blue-eyed baby boy, who went to heaven at three months old, will still be a baby in heaven. Will I get to raise him in a celestial environment? Some think their children will be grown when they get to heaven, but I think Travis will look the same and be snuggled in his daddy’s arms when I arrive. 

I picture my loved ones in heaven much the same as when they left this earth, except no illness. Perfect health, perfect love in a perfect place with Jesus. And I definitely believe we will know each other. Having three beautiful children in heaven, I know I will recognize them. A mother never forgets. 

These ponderings help me hold memories in my heart. Remembrances of long ago August birthdays with family and friends, while looking forward to this year’s celebration. I know it will be Wonder-ful!